"Oh, I see," she said sarcastically, "I'm so special that you can fuck them and not me. Well, thanks a lot!"

"Honey, let's not fight," Craig begged.

He temporarily silenced her with a steamy tongue-kiss, and he went on eagerly molding her large round tits, feeling her stiff nipples throbbing against his palms. Jodie creamed furiously, her scalding pussy-liquid soaking through her panties, as she imagined Craig actually fucking, his cock big and hard and hammering in her slick juicy cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm, uuummmmmmmmm," she moaned.

She couldn't control herself. Again she knew it might anger him, but it was something she just had to do. She reached for his fly. She found the zipper and tugged it open, then slid her eager little hand inside his pants. She felt a big bulge in his jockey shorts, and she cupped it and squeezed it.

She felt Craig starting to draw back to scold her, so she grabbed him by the head and held him in place, cramming her tongue into his mouth while she went on stroking and squeezing his cock. Now she felt some response. His prick was swelling in her fingers, filling his shorts.

Again the petite schoolteacher creamed heavily and helplessly. Jodie was no slut, but she wasn't a prude, either, and all the time she was going to college and getting her teaching credentials, she'd dated and fucked many attractive men. She was used to regular and satisfying sex. This situation with Craig was driving her crazy.

She worked his shorts down and slipped out his cock. She drew it from his fly and eased it out into the light of the room, till it protruded rigidly and obscenely from his pants. Only then did she allow him to break off their kiss. She stared hungrily at his cock.

"Dammit, Jodie," he said hoarsely, "you're just making it more difficult for both of us!"